Colin Mitchell Williams Poet Free verse

The Tear Collector

The Tear Collector


Tears they fall, sometimes bless-ed
In their burning
Watered reminders of a hearts capacity
To connect emotions
Soft welling they sting
And find their language of wet lashes
Run their courses
As ancient rivers carve their way
Through stone barriers 

Tears collected vanish in vanquished aches
Evaporate to silence
Leaving their mark, their fragrance
Breathed in the molecules dispersed
Cut to the edges of wishes
Images of longing
Hearts slowly breaking in two
Still holds you
Weep for you
I do

Behind the hard choke rasping and sobs
Moans sniffling for a beauty
Both found and lost
Delivered Jesus to red rimmed eyes
That see beyond and into the sanctity of pain
It cried; I; not for myself
But for you, for her, the rest of the world
Broken by innocence
And ignorance

The heaving heavy chest digs its well of sadness
In slow counted beats of blood
Grief for love
With these sickles gouged deeper to the flaws
And spread their knowing further
Into the fathoms of your soul
Tears; the reflections of venerated smiles
Become the augury of responses
Of sight pierces the darkest, fallen pool

Tears; the written messages of sorrow and laughter
Covert their collection of sacrifices
And fall bless-ed humane
The merciful and pitiable denizens
Of a stronger more courageous face than Gods
They beat with the bravery of flesh
More holy; than heavens sacred
Have these tears
For more sure they are in their tactile salt
Are these tears
Have lived

And in your tears a more profound betterment exists
More, much more of life
Stronger
Braver
And more courageous
To face their own existence
Than the pretence of their presence
In God

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Carolyn Devonshire March 26, 2009 at 4:48 PM Indeed, tears are the "messages of sorrrow and laughter," Colin. And I also agree "a more profound betterment exists" for those who are able to express their feelings with tears, God's gift of human rain. Love this work, too, Colin!

Laurie Ginn March 24, 2009 at 6:51 PM That a man would write of tears, the heaving chest digging the well, Colin I love the depth of emotion your words can evoke,,,especially when I can get it the first time~ saving to favs

Sharon Winter March 24, 2009 at 2:41 PM How do you write so many, rich, profound, amazing quality writes? I cannot believe you do not have a book published. Why is that? I want to own one. I am out of adjectives for now, but I feel them, just can't express it. Love, Shar

Lucinda Bulger March 24, 2009 at 1:10 PM You know what came to mind with this write? AS you speak the language and write is so well about tears, I remember a Pastor giving me a little history on "tears " once after Church. He said that pretty much in the Bible days, tears used to be collected in like a glass vile of some sort. People would let their tears run into a jar! I would really have to do searching for this bit of information but If it ever comes to me in the right comany, I will share that if you like... :) Nice day, Lucinda

L'Nass Shango March 24, 2009 at 12:17 PM The day when God wipe all tears away he will be drying this one like a river, powerful. More love, my brother.

Christopher Higgins March 24, 2009 at 11:51 AM Powerful writing brother.. this piece jumps off the page with such force..you have included so many details in this piece....amazing writing again.

Raul Moreno March 24, 2009 at 11:28 AM Nice work, great illustrated detail, "Soft welling they sting And find their language of wet lashes Run their courses As ancient rivers carve their way Through stone barriers "great lines...Raul